Mandy Berry · Jul 9, 2012
How Stupid?

I've become an inconvenience
Wanting to see you is a crime
How dare I wish to talk to you
Between each bed time
Stupidly I hoped that I could
Move myself into your heart
But you ended your pretence by saying
That you'd used me from the start

 
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